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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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Man, sometimes honesty strikes me hard: I was mad once, stuck in traffic on S. Red Road – so aggravatin, right?! But then, a sweet breeze made me think, "Remember, no wake." Weird, huh? I just smile cuz life's too short. LOL, Pinecrest has that chill hardness, like a hidden gem.

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